Join us ... fuck my ass, please! I need it up the butt!”“Here, let’s move around so that you can get on top, Mom, and Dad can enter your asshole...from behind! Dad, lube Mom up nice and slick, so she can really enjoy your cock back there without hurting too much! Mom, get ready for a DP!” I directed Dad, even as Aaron filmed us banging my mother in a double penetration scene.If Mom was hot and bothered by being fucked by her own son doggy-style, being taken from both ends by her husband and son. As she was joining us, Steven moved over and sat beside me in the seat and my wife sat on the other seat, one on each side of me. We talked and our legs and hands were all gently touching each other when I felt a hand rubbing my leg. I didn’t say anything or think of anything until the hand kept stroking my leg and the hand was working its way up my thigh under my boxers toward my cock. Once I realized it was Steven and not my wife, I was unsure what to say or do...I was thinking of my next. He had work boots on and got down on one knee and offered Steve a blindfold for me. After that I didn’t see anything and couldn’t really tell what was going on. They got to work without a word, and all I could hear was the porn. I knew I had some very tight undergear on, then straps that buckled and some sort of something that connected to my cock, then some very tight long pants, things around my biceps and wrists, boots. I was left there a while as I heard computer keys clicking, and felt. But then I wasn’t a long-term relation one either. ‘I guess that’s my biggest problem,’ I smiled sitting up in bed, seeing in the mirror that my tits seemed to droop so much in that position that I straightened my back, ‘I’ve got no fucking idea what I do want.’ But then at least one thing became clear in my mind. I had to get away, break out of the spiral we were in. I needed space and time to think. I had to escape from New York. I had to run away, yes that I accepted that was what I was.